The two Martin girls, Americans, exciting to the English girl because of their quaint ways of speech and their forthright manner and vitality. Herself, the pink and white English girl from a Cathedral Close. The sound of it took her a long way back. About Carrie Louise.’ ‘Carrie Louise?’ Miss Marple repeated the name musingly. She was dressed in rather dowdy black, carried a large shopping bag and looked every inch a lady. She looked, somehow, an incongruous figure in the ornate bedroom of the expensive hotel suite. She’s the only woman who knows what I really look like! Jane, I want to talk to you.’ Miss Marple leant forward a little. ‘She’s 8īeen with me for over thirty years now. ‘Good old Stephanie,’ said Ruth Van Rydock. ‘You can go.’ Stephanie gathered up the dress and went out. But they know I’m an old hag all right! And, my God, do I feel like one!’ She dropped heavily on to the satin quilted chair. “Wonderful how that old hag keeps her figure.” That’s what they say of me. ‘I guess you do, Jane,’ said Mrs Van Rydock. Nobody would have called Mrs Van Rydock a sweet old lady. ‘I’m afraid, you know, that I look every minute of my age!’ Miss Marple was white-haired, with a soft pink and white wrinkled face and innocent china blue eyes.
‘Not for a moment, I’m sure,’ she said reassuringly. ‘Do you think most people would guess, Jane, that you and I are practically the same age?’ Miss Marple responded loyally. Ruth Van Rydock looked humorously at her friend. Everything that money could do had been done for her – reinforced by diet, massage, and constant exercises. It was practically impossible when looking at Mrs Van Rydock to imagine what she would be like in a natural state. Her hair was less grey than tending to hydrangea blue and was perfectly set.
Up by massage, appeared almost girlish at a slight distance.
Her face, beneath a layer of cosmetics and constantly toned 7 Her still shapely legs were encased in fine nylon stockings. Mrs Van Rydock stood in front of the glass in her peach satin slip. The elderly maid with the grey hair and the small pinched mouth eased the gown carefully up over Mrs Van Rydock’s upstretched arms. ‘The gown’s all right,’ said Mrs Van Rydock and sighed. ‘It seems to me a very beautiful gown,’ she said. ‘Think it’s all right, Jane?’ Miss Marple eyed the Lanvanelli creation appraisingly. ‘Well, that’ll have to do,’ she murmured. I Mrs Van Rydock moved a little back from the mirror and sighed. Contents About Agatha Christie The Agatha Christie Collection E-Book Extras Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23 Epilogue Copyright About the Publisher
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